And if I’m being honest, mentally I’m not exactly fired up right now. I’m discouraged. I’m disappointed in myself. And yes, I’ve been beating myself up more than I should. I know that mindset isn’t productive. I know it. But sometimes knowing better doesn’t automatically make it easier. Pretending otherwise doesn’t help either.
In the past, starting something new meant changing everything overnight. Full lifestyle overhaul. No easing in. No grace. Think burn-the-house-down-and-rebuild energy. And shockingly… that never lasted. It was too extreme, too much, too fast. I was basically setting myself up for failure before I even began. When perfection is the expectation, anything less feels like defeat.
This time, I’m choosing a different approach. Not because I’m more disciplined, but because I’m more aware. This new me resolution isn’t about proving anything. It’s about choosing something I can actually live with.
Before Balance & Burn even arrives, I’m focusing on support instead of restriction. I’ve added daily supplements to support gut and whole-body wellness (get the details here) — things like Daily Prebiotic Fiber, Life 9, Whole Body Cleanse, LiverTone, and of course NingXia Red. Nothing dramatic. Just consistent support for a body that’s been through enough. I’m also not flipping my life upside down. I’m making gradual changes. The kind that don’t make me want to quit by week two. I’m using a “swap this for that” mindset. And yes, I love pasta. Like really love pasta. So instead of declaring it the enemy, I found a sourdough pasta to try. If it still tastes good and digests better, I’ll call that a win.
More than anything, I’m working on my mindset. I’m giving myself grace. If I fall off, I pick myself back up, dust myself off, and keep going. I’m not beating myself up over one meal, one day, or even a weekend. Life happens. Stress happens. Hormones definitely happen. And self-destruction has never fixed any of it. In the past, if I fell off a good habit, I didn’t just fall — I committed. And that always led straight back to failure. So now I’m pacing myself. I’m allowing forgiveness. And I’m refusing to let one imperfect moment undo everything else.
We all age. That part isn’t optional. But being miserable while doing it is. Menopause isn’t fun — the forgetfulness, hot flashes, mood swings — it’s like puberty’s evil twin, except this time we have responsibilities. Add in achy joints and slower recovery, and suddenly how we support our bodies matters a lot more than it used to. I’m not ignoring the reality of aging. I’m choosing how I want to experience it. I’m reminding myself how I want to age — and acting accordingly. This isn’t a reset. It’s not a quick fix. And it’s definitely not a New Year’s resolution. It’s a new me resolution, and I’m letting it unfold in real life.
If you stopped “starting over” every time you messed up… what kind of progress might finally stick?
This isn’t a New Year’s resolution. It’s a new me resolution — and I’m letting it unfold in real life.
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